Maybe the feeling of living is like
A flame, nipping at the toes of those
Who know no better.
Maybe the feeling of laughter is like
A cool drink meeting parched lips, in
A reunion long-overdue.
Maybe the feeling of love is like
A dream in freshly-cut grass, imagination
Basking in the summer sun.
Maybe the feeling of dying is like
A water molecule vaporizing, leaving
This life to start anew.
I wish I knew.
